I got up showered and took a cup of coffee onto the balcony, wearing just a strappy T-shirt and shorts as it was already 24 degrees. I sat there sippi...g coffee and thinking things over from the previous day, remembering all the cocks I’d had. I was day dreaming about the young guy more than the others when I heard Mr Roberts open his balcony door and come out. ‘Morning Rachel, love.’ he crooned. ‘Morning Mr Roberts’ I smiled.’ Had a good day yesterday did you?’ he enquired ‘Yes thanks. It was. Before I knew it, his cock was deep inside me once again, and his wife was kissing me and playing with my breasts. It was bliss. I moaned and cried out. He was so deep inside of me. The combomnation of his deep thrusts and her hot mouth on my nipples.. neck.. stomach.. lips.. I was shaking. I felt my pussy grow hotter and I knew I was going to cum. The way he was moaning and gasping, I knew he was going to cum to. I never thought it was possible to cum in unison with someone; but we did, at. Fir main baith gaya fir mine dekha ki uske bathroom ke darwaje me hole tha main jab us hole se andar dekha to mere hosh ud gaye soniya ape hath se apni choot ko sahla rahi thi ai ye dekh kar pagal ho gaya mujhe kuch samajh nahin aa raha tha. Fir maine dekha ki wo apne hantho se apne booobs ko sahla rahi thi. Uske chehre ke expression dekh kar mera lund khada ho gaya .miane apne lund ko sahla raha tha .fir dkhne laga.mujhe yakin nahin hoo raha tha ye aisi bhi kar sakti hai .fir maine socha ki. Man, am I pissed! My clothes aren't all that clean, normally, but even I stop short at sporting dried mud all over my shirt and pants. Anyway, there I was, lying face down in the mud when something shiny catches my eye. It looks like a brass pot or urn, and it's covered with all kinds of engraving. Shit, maybe the thing is worth something, so I pick it up.There I was, standing there covered with mud and holding my fishing pole in one hand and that stupid urn in the other. I looked down at my.